Cui Ming added: "Later, this woman lived happily with more than one woman."

Beiyue looked at Cui Ming, flipped through the last few pages, looked at it for a while, and closed the book: "Have you read this book before?"

"No."

"Then how do you know the ending?" Beiyue was shocked.

Cui Ming replied: "I see that the handwriting is so small, the book is so thick, and the paper is so thin, a woman can't write so much." Ding Ze is a memory, he is a speculation.

"What do you think of this book?" Beiyue asked.

Cui Ming took the book and turned to the last page, looked at the price and said: "The author has been dead for many years. This book has no private copyright. Comprehensive analysis of paper and printing, my opinion on this book is that the price is too expensive."

"..." Beiyue was speechless and asked, "What book do you like to read?"

Cui Ming replied: "Military books, and some mystery novels."

"What are your experiences?"

"Piracy is too vague, with many typos, and the price is cheap. Although the genuine edition is relatively expensive, the printing and paper quality are good. The most important thing is that genuine books are often discounted and promoted, and the actual purchase price is not much more expensive than pirated editions. Besides, if everyone reads pirated books, there will be no books. So I always insist on stealing... to buy genuine books."

Beiyue didn't want to pay attention to Cui Ming anymore, and looked at Ding Ze: "Where are you?"

"I don't buy books, I only borrow books, and I can only read a book for an hour."

Beiyue didn't want to speak, so she asked Cui Ming himself, what are your experiences and opinions after reading military books and mystery novels, and why do you like this kind of novel? Cui Ming said a lot. He transferred the questions to Ding Ze, who was induced by Cui Ming and began to discuss buying, borrowing books, and the price of books...

After eating good food, Beiyue leaned back and closed her eyes to rest. Ding Ze returned to his position, leaned against the chair in three positions, took out a cigarette and lit it, and enjoyed the happiness brought by tobacco. Beiyue said leisurely: "Ding Ze, the Force can only defend against the invasion of the outside world, but cannot resist the growth of internal cancer cells."

Ding Ze smiled and thought for a while and threw the cigarette into the trash can. Half an hour later, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Wumei Beiyue and Cui Ming, picked it up and continued to light it. Don’t the smokers know this simple truth? No, they all know. But in the smoke world, they can’t help themselves.

...

The next morning, the train stopped at Chuxiaocheng Station. The three of them got off the bus. After leaving the station, Beiyue went to the coin-operated telephone booth to make a phone call and said for about three minutes. Beiyue hung up the phone, the three of them got on the taxi, and Ding Ze said to the driver: "Foer Street."

Fuer Street is located in Chuxiaocheng, which is relatively remote, and Beiyue Firm is set up here. Beiyue Firm is an independent two-story building, with an open-plan office on the first floor, and many people are working. The outer iron staircase leads to the second floor, with a meeting room, a reception hall, four supervisors’ offices, and finally the general manager’s office.

This was very unexpected to Cui Ming. In Cui Ming's opinion, Beiyue's office should have only two people, one Beiyue and the other Ding Ze. Cui Ming followed the two up the iron stairs to the second floor and asked in a low voice: "Are they all cultivators?"

"No." Ding Ze said: "Beiyue Firm has two major businesses, paparazzi and private detectives. The specific work is the supervisor, 90% of the revenue belongs to their team, and 10% of the revenue maintains daily expenses."

Cui Ming didn't understand even more: "Why?"

Ding Ze opened the door, and the three of them went to the office. Ding Ze closed the door, and Bei Yue said: "Because of the information, although there is only one in 500,000 chance of cultivators, the number is still relatively large compared to the hundreds of millions of people on the Eternal Planet."

Cui Ming understood: "You are trained practitioners and have the obligation to protect Chu Xiaocheng. They are Chu Xiaocheng's eyeliners. On the other hand, they are not employed by you, the boss, but the Chu Xiaocheng Municipal Government."

"Maybe." Beiyue didn't say anything. The general manager's office area was 150 square meters. In addition to two desks, there were two rows of three-seater sofas and a writing board. Beiyue sat down in his own position and looked at Cui Ming: "You sit there first, I'll take you to visit someone in the evening. Whether you can stay depends on the conclusion tonight. Let me explain one thing, if you are diagnosed with irrescue, don't resist fearlessly."

Cui Ming sat down and said, "I think I still have the value of rescue."

"Hope." It's not without advantages, at least he is optimistic.

Ding Ze put his coat on the table, and there were a bunch of documents printed by the typewriter in front of him. He picked up the documents and glanced at them. I don’t know if it was perfunctory or it was really that powerful, but he looked at the documents very quickly. It took only fifteen seconds to finish a piece of paper full of words. Beiyue took out a book from the drawer and read it attentively, without any substantial work.

Cui Ming was bored, so he looked at Ding Ze and judged whether this guy was a memory superman. Before he could make a judgment, Ding Ze's face became solemn. He carefully finished reading a document, took out the envelope according to the number and poured out the photo to watch it carefully. Beiyue didn't look up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The Lincoln Manor in the suburbs is haunted, so private detectives are asked to investigate. The private detectives have failed to investigate and took some photos of the scene, but it was not concluded whether there were any invasions by outsiders." Ding Ze looked at the photos and then the documents.

“What’s the point?”

Ding Ze did not answer, stood up, walked to the writing board, put a photo on it, sucked the photo with a magnetic stone, and looked at the sun for a while. Cui Ming and Beiyue also stood up, it was a photo of the floor, with some black spots on the floor.

Ding Ze took out a pen and ruler to connect the black dots in the photo, and a hexagonal magic circle appeared. Ding Ze said: "Private detectives investigated that the people in Lincoln Manor are not in good spirits. It is autumn now, and the temperature does not change much, but there are many people who have colds and illnesses. The driver and gardener are even hospitalized."

Beiyue asked: "Where is this location in the manor?"

Ding Ze posted more than a dozen photos of the manor, pointing his hand to a three-story building on the side of the main building: "The third floor is the fourth room. This building is a house where people who serve the manor live, and there is no one on the third floor. The driver and the gardener live in the fourth room on the second floor."

Beiyue asked: "What type of magic circle is this?"

"I don't know, I can't see it just by the photos." Ding Ze said: "When the security guard was patrolling, he found a fire on the fourth room on the third floor, so he went up to check it, but there was nothing. After going downstairs, they patrolled again and found a fire on the third floor. This time they left one person downstairs and another person up. There was no sound for a long time. After the security guard downstairs went up, he saw his companion fainting on the third floor. After waking up, the security guard said that he fell asleep in a daze and didn't know what happened."

"Can you deal with it?"

"No problem." Ding Ze replied, picking up his coat and pointing his hand at Cui Ming: "Good luck."
Chapter completed!